Whom have you fallen in love with now, Rose ?" "It's no business of yours," said Rose angrily.
"But if I choose to make it my business, my dear, sweet-tempered Rose, what then?
Do tell me the name of the last lucky man?
I am dying to know." "Die, then, for you won't know." "Suppose I know already." "What ?" "It's not Mr.Stanford, is it ?" Rose gave a gasp--in the suddenness of the surprise, colouring crimson.
Grace saw it all, as she placidly threaded her needle.
"I wouldn't if I were you," she said quietly.

"It's of no use, Rose.
Kate is handsomer than you are; and it will only be the old comedy of 'Love's Labour Lost' over again." "Grace Danton, what do you mean ?" "Now, don't get excited, Rose, and don't raise your voice.

Your father might hear you, and that would not be pleasant.

It is plain enough.

Mr.
Stanford is very handsome, and very fascinating, and very hard to resist, I dare say; but, still, he must be resisted.